>you’re rainbowdash
>and you’re beyond antsy at this point
>”hey dash, did you want anything to drink?”
>you snap out of your inner world and look up at him
“OH, uh, I’m good…”
>”alright well i’m grabbing a water myself so shout if you change your mind”
>the second he starts to move you jump up
>you you set your hoof on his chest
“W-WAIT, lemme grab it for you!”
>you sprint to the kitchen
>he doesn’t even have time to react before your back with the water
“I… I mean, hey, thanks dash”
>he reaches out to grab the water from you
>of course you filled it up 3/4ths of the way full
>anon always fills his drinks that high so he doesn’t have to get up to refill it as often
>you’ve taken notice to a lot of things he likes recently
>you feel his hind slightly graze your hoof as he takes the water from you
>you hate to admit it but you slightly leaned your hoof forward just to stretch the contact time with him that tiny bit longer
>yeah, you like anon
>it’s stupid obvious to you at this point
>you drag yourself back onto the couch and face toward the tv in an effort to pretend you’re watching the movie
>you’ve got a lot on your mind right now
>it’s obvious anon doesn’t know
>maybe he’s still dealing with being the only human around
>ugh, are you being selfish at this point?
>anon’s always really casual towards you, aw buck could he ever even see you the way you see him?
>i mean, equestria’s got a whole bunch of different nations around
>in hind sight it’s pretty easy to see why no pony was too concerned with anons arrival
>but anon always said that humans were the only ones back home
>are ponies just… weird to him?
>you notice the warmth of his thigh on the top of your head as you keep laying on your side
>you’re tempted to press against it but the urge to do so brings with it this twisting frustration
>all these feelings and… confusion… it’s really getting to you 
>so much so that you’re getting antsy again
>like really REALLY antsy 
>you jump up in an instant
“Look, I’m really sorry anon, i’ll be right back!”
>you bolt towards the door without seeing his reaction
>the second you’re outside you take flight
>you just need to get this tension out and sitting down, let alone sitting next to him, is only going to make it worse
>eventually your speed dials down to a more moderate pace
>there’s nothing like flying that helps clear your head
>being able to see things from a birds eye view just gets you in the right headspace to think things over
>ever since anon packed your lunch for you things have changed
>you gave a little push back saying it was only a day trip to canterlot and what not but he had none of it
>he said “free food aint gonna kill ya dash, besides, your tax dollars went towards it anyways”
>he had a stupid little grin when he said it too
>gosh you really wanted to see that smug look on his face again
>you always thought learning to cook was a waste of time
>like yeah, sure you could scramble an egg but the oven was a decoration at best
>when you popped open the lunch box on the train all the girls looked over with varying degrees of surprise
>turns out anon went all in for it
>he made you a hayburger, a soft pretzel, and he even had your favorite kind of brownie in there
>the note inside read “took me a bit to get the pretzel right, most of the duds ended up being soft pretzel shaped bread, and after that fiasco i wasn’t gonna push it by trying a desert on my own, pinkie outclasses me by miles anyways”
>”stay safe you colorful little freaker - Anon”
>even though he ended it off playfully it didn’t diminish how it made you feel
>it was super obvious from the start he didn’t eat hay, he told you 100 times over
>which makes it pretty obvious that he learned to cook hay from scratch specifically just for you
>and the worst part is, it was the best hayburger you’ve had in your life
>the hayburger was perfect, the soft pretzel was perfect, and obviously the brownie was perfect since it was your favorite
>but he even remembered what your favorite order from sugarcube corner was
>it felt like your whole world kind of tilted in a weird way
>not turned upside down but it just felt tilted
>this weird stupid lopsided feeling
>whatever, when you start getting really funky thoughts like that it always means you’re heads basically clear enough anyways
>it was getting near the end of the day by the time you left but it’s gotten REALLY dark out by the time you broke out of thought
>oh dang it, did you really leave anon hanging like that!?!?
>you bolt towards anons place and loop around to his front door
>you enter his place only to find him passed out on the couch
>oh… that bucking hurts
>he waited for you
>he bucking waited for you and you bailed on him
>you’re much more calm than before but that doesn’t take away from how ashamed you are right now
>you sneak over towards him to find he’s just wearing his clothes and doesn’t have a blanket or pillow
>you make your way to his room and grab his pillow and blanket and sneak back up to him
>you throw the blanket over him and fluff up his pillow till it’s as soft as you can get it
>you gently raise his head with your wing so you can place the pillow right under his head
>watching him so relaxed it makes you wonder if he’s always this tuckered out after hanging out with you all day
>he’s so cute when he’s asleep
>oh gosh what are you going to tell him tomorrow…
>the guilt is really eating at you now…
>it wouldn’t have been so bad if he had just gone to bed but no he HAD to stay and wait for you
>and it wouldn’t have been so bad if he had gotten his blanket and stuff in case he planned on falling asleep but no he KNEW you were coming back
>and you still bailed on him
>he was really excited to show you that movie too…
>you didn’t even pay attention
>he probably knew you weren’t paying attention
>and you always made bets with him you knew you were going to win
>just had to leech off of him and swindle him constantly
>why does anon even hang out with you?!?!
>oh buck… oh buck are you his only friend?
>oh my gosh you’re the worst friend ever
>he doesn’t even know anypony else that well so he just defaults to you doesn’t he…
>you’re tempted to run out and fly again but thinking it through isn’t going to fix it this time

>you are anon
>and you were dreaming about mcdonalds
>mcdonalds but they have way more stuff
>the mcdonalds is the size of a mall and every little side store is specifically for only 1 item on the menu but each store contains a bunch of variations of the singular item they sell
>you kept teleporting between them and stuffing your face
>mcdonalds cake so fucking good
>except the cashier lady kept breathing on you
>it kind of took you out of it for a second
>and when it did the dream collapsed making you wake up
>and boy were you groggy
>you scrunch your face and move your arm only to feel your pillow under you
>did you sleep walk to your bed?
>you open your eyes to see a distinctly dashie colored dashie right in front of you
“Oh, hey dash what are you still doing up? It’s like past 12 or-”
>you stop talking as you start to pick up on the situation
>she hyperventilating HARD
>her eyes are closed tight and she’s very obviously crying
>she’s shaking really badly too
>seeing this wakes you up pretty fast as you jump up
“Dash, DASH, dude what’s going on???”
>she gasps sharply as she opens her eyes wide at you
>”w-wait… i p-p-promise i wasn’t being weird or nothing!”
>you throw the blanket around her and sit on the floor right in front of her with your back against the couch
“Hey, hey, it’s alright dash no worries, what’s got you so worked up?”
>she blinks and turns her head to the side and then looks at you only to look away again
>”L-look it’s *hic* it’s just *hic* I’m *hic* I’m sorry for *hic* being gross and weird right now *hic*”
>you furrow you brow a bit at that response
“Dash you’re literally the coolest pony ever, trust me when i say you’re perfectly fine okay”
>you grab her hoof with both hands
“Dash i promise you whatever it is, i’m here okay i can help, if you’re worried i’ll tell anypony else i would rather die, unless you specifically wanted me to tell somepony else, alright, but i need you to tell me if you’re okay…”
>she doesn’t seem to fully register what you’re saying as she looks down at your hands holding her hoof 
>she leans forward slowly like she’s going in for a hug yet squeezes her eyes shut and then jerks her hoof back from your grasp only to panic again and place it back in your grasp
>she looks up at you begging for some kind of sign of approval only to shrink back before you could register what was going on
>she instantly starts to break down again
>it’s increasingly obvious you need to get control of the situation
>you pull her into a hug hoping that eventually you can get her to calm down enough to talk
>she struggles against your arms and seemingly can’t find the right spot to lay her head against you
“Dash i’m really starting to worry here, did something serious happen???”
>she continues to struggle to find where to place her head until she just presses her head into your neck hard enough to tilt your body to the left
>”I DON’T DESERVE TO LOVE YOOOOOooooouuuu!!!!…….”
>it catches you off guard at first but after a few seconds a wave of relief hits you
“Oh my god, dash, that's the biggest non-issue in the world…”
>you relax your arms releasing all that tension you felt a moment ago and simply pet her head
“Dash, i’d love to go out with you”
>she calms down quite a bit as she looks up at you and whispers
>”even though i’m kind of a jerk to you?”
>her sentence throws you off for a second
“Dash you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, i have zero idea where you’re getting this from”
>even though she’s calmed down a ton she tries to take a few deep breathes before whispering
>”it’s just… i was kind of a dick with the whole making bets with you thing, i mean it was basically stealing…”
“Wait, like when you bet you could beat me in a race a few times?”
>”y-yeah… and i really should’v-”
“Dash I was literally the one who offered every single time…”
>she flinches slightly but without the harshness of before
>”w-well yeah but… still it wasn’t cool of me to always make you buy brownies for me n all…”
>...
“Dash im on fucking welfare it’s basically you’re money…”
>she snickers a bit
>”well, okay yeah…”
>you hold each other for a good minute with only her gentle breathing being audible
>”I don’t know… everything just felt super important? Serious? Whatever, you know what i mean right anon?”
“Yeah, i’ve had something similar to this happen to me, trust me you’re completely fine, it always feels like a bigger deal than it is in the moment”
>she brushes her nose against your neck for a few seconds
>”it just felt really nice when you were, well, nice to me, n stuff…”
>”it was sort of like… you were really cool towards me and… i guess i kinda thought i wasn’t as…”
>she looks at the ground inquisitively for a second
>”UGH, it’s like you were super nice towards me, always doing things to make me feel nice and I didn't really balance it out y’know?”
>that one really gave you a comedic puff out of your nose
“Oh cmon dash, do you have an idea how i felt?”
>you really meant what you said
“Do you have any idea how much i owe you for making living here so much easier?”
>you pull her in super tight smudging your face right into the side of her face
“I really don’t think i could stand it here without you, you’ll never know how much you’ve done for me…”
>you opt to give her a kiss on the cheek
“You’re the most wonderful mare in the whole world, you know that right?”
>she presses her lips against your cheek as if to give you a kiss
>yet as seconds pass she begins to whimper
>”*sniff* I *sniff* i really *sniff* REALLY love you anon *sniff*...”
>she pulls you up onto the couch wrapping the blanket around the both of you as she lays on top of you pressing her lips into yours
>she continues her kisses endlessly as if to subdue you
>the romantic smacking of her lips on yours get lighter and lighter as you drift off
>she slows her pace just enough so that you fall asleep
>unbeknownst to you know, she stayed up just a bit later to assure you of her love even in your dreams with her warm little pecks against you